noah
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a complicated pattern of emotional toil and hopeless yearning. | writings & random banters🩸
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I always worry that I become no one when I stop drawing. Honestly art is all I have, it's all what gives me identity.
October 30, 2024 at 7:17 AM
I always worry that I become no one when I stop drawing. Honestly art is all I have, it's all what gives me identity.
Scorned and scoffed by the world’s apathy. I am left to shatter into pieces with no sound.
December 5, 2024 at 11:20 AM
Scorned and scoffed by the world’s apathy. I am left to shatter into pieces with no sound.
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In an abyss, I cradle myself in cold. Ghastly silence, my heart beat is an echo humming through my skin. It cracks through my flesh and within my vessel, I ache to be embraced.
But how could that be, if I’m nowhere to be found by anyone?
But how could that be, if I’m nowhere to be found by anyone?
December 5, 2024 at 10:40 AM
In an abyss, I cradle myself in cold. Ghastly silence, my heart beat is an echo humming through my skin. It cracks through my flesh and within my vessel, I ache to be embraced.
But how could that be, if I’m nowhere to be found by anyone?
But how could that be, if I’m nowhere to be found by anyone?